Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2011 22:14:26 -0500
From: Alexander Wolf
Subject: Nifty Dylan & Lucius Chapter 2
Dylan & Lucius
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To my beloved Dylan,
I might not be the perfect mand for you, neither a perfect friend or lover,
but still I live my day thinking about you, you the only reason I can make
light from the dark of my soul.
To you, my beloved friend, I gave you this love story, to prove you my,
love for you, my passion and my soul to yours for ever.
Thank you for everything my TeddyBear (and my kinky/pervy editor in chief).
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This story is completely fictional, any relation with real events, persons,
names, or any other kind of similarity is merely a coincidence.
Here you are going to read stuff involving sex people of the same sex,
minors, and other weird things, for getting the things properly I, and make
emphasis on it I do not promote sex with minors, or any person without the
proper consent of the others. If you are not legally an adult or this kind
of story is not legal in your country, state or simply you are morally
against this please go away from here, do your homework, or something more
profitable.
Also the suggestions, opinions and anything you want to share you can find
me at
alexander_wolfe@live.com
P.S. Please just constructive opinions, if you are a super religious
extremist or a super internet police `wanna' be, please save yourself the
work, I'm not going to read a word from you.
My work is purely fictional and non-profitable so... STFU!
With all these being, let start this over...
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Chapter 2: 'Rule# 1'
During the next days, Dylan and I could hang a bit, mostly because he has
started school year recently, and was getting some heavy homework, but the
time we hang out, we make it last long big time.
One day I was 'checking my e-mail' (you know watching a porno), and I
really was so focused on it that I barely hear the door being knock, when I
realized someone was at the door my first though was --"great timing
jerk..."--but nevertheless I went down after I arrange myself (I don't
wanted to be arrested by indecent exposure in public) to check out what was
the hush, so when opening the door I found that it was Sarah (the front
door neighbor), she quickly greet me and asked --"Hey sorry for being so
noisy but I'm not interrupting anything right?"-- To which I answered back
that not at all (yeah...yeah... whatever)--"What can I do for you
Mrs. McCaw?"-- I asked her hoping to see what was going on, just to learn
that in the BBQ some weekends ago she and my father had talk about me, and
that she was aware that I have college level knowledge even though I wasn't
on college, because of my father's job we couldn't afford that luxury, and
also because I wasn't enlisted I could not assist to army college, but we
see the way of keeping me busy and to don't lose the grip on knowledge.
Mrs. McCaw after that she asked for a favor, if I could give his son Dylan
some tutoring, she said she would ask Dylan's older brother Michael, but
with his job and rock band sessions didn't leave time to assist his younger
brother; I accept the job with not much please (not because I didn't want
to spend more time with Dylan, but because I was getting 'off'). I got a
big surprise when she said that I would get paid for my job offer, and she
would not take a 'no' for an answer (to the paid part), so with no more
options I surrender to her persuasion (sometimes women can be so
persuasive)--"...and one more thing"-- she said finally--"don't call me
Mrs. McCaw, you make me feel old, call me Sarah, right?"--letting me just
saying --"...yes M..Sarah"--after hearing what she wanted, she return to
her place and leaved me with a confused mixture of emotions and thoughts.
For instance I had to endure with the idea of sharing time with Dylan in
the commodity of his house without unleashing my instincts and rap...have
innocent type of fun with him (interesting, this though make someone come
back to life, or shall I say 'cum'); also I need to prove that I was worth
of her trust, not only as a friend, but also as to someone who can help him
on stuff like school assignments; and finally and the most important was
that I were getting paid!.
The news from just an instant nearly made me forgot that there was still
pending a job to be done, making my internal GPS redirect to my room and to
my laptop, when I got a call on my phone, after taking out from my pocket I
saw that was Dylan's number and he texted me 'In your house or mine?' I got
an instant bad ass boner (who wouldn't get one with that...so romantic...);
after returning the text to him saying that in my house if it was fine with
it he send another one telling me he was here in five.
He arrived wearing sandals, with black baggy shorts and a gray no sleeves
shirt that fitted a little big for him allowing me to enjoy his smooth arms
(no hairy pits=BONUS) and chest, before I noticed him looking at me looking
at him, and he start to blush and look to his notebooks on his hands. We
used a table in the living room that had enough space for his stuff and for
us to work comfortable.
We spend the next two hours talking and working on trigonometric, and
advanced algebra, that I was amused by how much this kid knows (cute and
smart, killer combo), with ease of the moment I asked Dylan how did he knew
so much, and how did he get to be taking so advanced lessons if his grades
were not so great, but after hearing me asking he look down to the floor
like if I just busted him on a lie or something and started to get really
skittish about the topic, for me it was quite suspicious this, but I did
not have any other option but to leave it for the time being.
After finishing all the HW and tutoring, we got some snacks from the fridge
and started to fooling around (innocently... to my bad), we were playing a
fighting game on my ps3, when he told me that those moves of the game were
so unreal, so I decided to take things to another level, we move the sofa
and started to wrest by ourselves, he was fast and sneaky but that wasn't
match to my strength, until we hit a spot, were no one could move without
releasing the other. There we stay for about 5 minutes, until our bodies
starting to cramp, so I raised the bets even higher, the one to lose his
grip will have to wear a pink 'Hello Kitty' thong for a week and must wear
the straps above the waist to prove it, both of us accepted the deal and
before I gave my last attempt to endure the position, he manage to twist
his arm and turn his hand onto me and gave a nice and really noticeable
squeeze to my penis which surprise me not a little bit, but a lot, and to
my disappointment, to lose the bet.
Dylan was so happy that he beat me, and wasn't as strong as me, neither as
big, while I told him, he cheated and he look like he didn't care because
he won until I said--"dud you touch my grab my penis!"-- he drop all
happiness he gained during his celebration, and now got a sad face like he
was really scared, sort of when you do something wrong, really, really
wrong, until I intervene again --"... it's not like I'm mad or something,
it's just that you took me by surprise with that"-- the cheer return to his
face, --"...and the next time you want to do that man, ask me"-- in that
moment Sarah was knocking on the door, so we went to open, she got the
surprise of her life when she saw us boys sweating and with the look of our
messy clothes, she just manage to say --"...boys will be boys...Oh my
God"-- with a lightly grin on her face.
Before leaving Dylan said really excited --"you must never trust a
ninja!"-- although I knew the message was for me; Sarah just return to her
house giving Dylan the money to pay for the 'lesson' and five minutes to
say good bye and get to the house, after paying me for the help, he was on
his way to the house when I saw him returning and to say me in the
ear--"...don't expect from a ninja to ask for permission..."-- and with
that he vanish into the night of the street, just to reappear on the other
side of the street and into his house.
That moment I went to take a 'BATH', and to enjoy what has happen a 15yo
kid teach me a lesson, well he reminded me one of my dad rule's rule #1;
while I was relaxing with the hot water and my thoughts, the 'Serg' called
on me from the hallway, to see if I was in the house and to finish ASAP my
bath so we could eat dinner. The rest of the night was very regular like to
the others, we chat a little about how were our day and stuff, until we
finish dinner, clean the table and went each one to their beds for sleep.
Next day I woke up late, when I went downstairs to the kitchen there was a
note from the 'Serg' that he needed to check on something in the local
base, meaning that he will back really late. I ate breakfast while watching
the news and saw that there was a new movie that was on the theaters, so I
decided to invite Dylan. I already knew where his school was, and that he
was going to get out of classes in about 20 min, so I went to take a quick,
really quick and sexy bath (I have to stop drooling on the mental image of
his naked and sweaty chest).
When I arrived to the school, I notice that I got on the clock, "perfect
timing" I think, when I went to the front of the school to wait for him,
the kids were getting out running like a bulls stampede, but no Dylan, I
enter the front yard and look for him in the sides of the building, when I
was near the shag (where I met him the first time) I saw there were the
same 3 bullies grabbing him asking for their work, I stood still listening
and hidden behind a trash container, --"Where is our homeworks you
pansy?"-- the first bully asked despite the lack of grammatical language,
--"I...I... forgot it on my house, let me bring it..."--was the only thing
Dylan manage to said, --"like hell you are getting from us, you forgot our
homework and we haven't forget about your little Olympics from some weeks
ago. I think we has to teach you some manners fag..."--the second bully
said while he was taking a pocket knife from his pants, that's when I acted
--"HEY! Remember me ass face?"-- I yelled at him while I throw a baseball
ball I founded near me while I was hiding. The ball was aimed to his head,
and I did aim very good, after I finish talking the bullies, Dylan, and I
could hear a really loud 'snap' from his nose bone making contact with the
ball, after the impact there was a huge spill of blood from his nose, I
just could manage --"looks like you're on your period honey"-- to say with
a huge smile in my face. The moment the rest of the bullies saw what I've
done to their friend's face, they panic and started to run as fast as their
legs allow them; the most hilarious part was when the 'period' bully was
running trying to catch up with them so they help him, but they run even
faster not wanting to get blood stains on their uniforms.
After the were gone, I help Dylan to get up, he was crying by the
incident--"I think your friends needed to go"-- was the only thing I manage
to said so he could get out of his trance, but he didn't say a thing--"I
think you should get better friends than those..."-- and before I finished
saying anything else, he interrupt me --"but nobody else talk to me in
class!...and yet if I had brought their homework..."-- that's when I
interrupt him this time--"you said it, 'their homework', not yours, let
them do their stuff, plus aren't you an almighty ninja?"--I said to him,
and it looks like it was working on him,--"aren't ninja's supposed to have
some sort of sixth sense for A-holes like those?"-- Continued, as he
answered--"well, yeah but they are looked like they wanted to be my friends
when I got here..."-- he said with a really faint voice, like he was losing
the inner strength he had left, --"remember always rule #1... So do you
wanna go to the movies?"-- when I changed all of a sudden the topic he kind
of smiled, but then he looked again to the floor, like he was going to cry
for something--"...hey buddy, it's on my treat, I buy"-- when I said that,
the cheerful, cute boyish face return to life like the phoenix.
While we were on our way to the movies he asked me--"...so what is the
'rule #1'? , is it some sort of 19yo's stuff, army stuff, or even sexy
stuff?"--he finished with a slightly grim on his face, as I could manage to
tell him that 'rule #1' says 'Trust no one, but your instincts'--...so your
instincts told you I was in trouble?"-- He asked me this time,--"nope, I
just saw a new movie that looked really cool on the news and went to invite
you, but looks like it was a really great timing I had!"-- I said with a
chuckle. He then mentioned that if it wasn't for me he might be dead or
even castrated (how dead is better than the second option?), --"... I will
never allowed to happen the second you"-- and he answered me with the most
astonishing smile I've ever seen, until he give it a though and said
'Hey!', that way we keep laughing so hard, and keep our way to the movies,
were God knows what will happen in the dark of the moon... I meant dark of
the room in the theater.
The movie was alright, well the pieces I could pay attention, due to some
little distractor that was on my pants and in, how this is possible you may
think, and let me explain. When we arrived to the movie room, the room was
filled on kids, families, dates and every kind of social group you could
imagine, but like from God's will there was an available spot, in there
Dylan and me decided that because he was kind of smaller he could sit in my
lap and I take the seat. During the whole show, we barely get to pay any
attention, mostly because the position that Dylan had, wasn't quite
comfortable so he kept moving... and moving looking for 'THE spot'. With
all those movement from Dylan, make a peculiar reaction inside my pants,
getting me in a 'tight' position, I just could try to watch the movie like
I was unaware of what was in my pants, but in that moment he just stop
moving, he just leave his back resting in my chest; my only reaction was to
put my arms around him, hugging him, and there our cheeks.
The rest of the function we just kept in that position, while I was rubbing
his belly and chest with one arm, feeling his breath, the little rock hard
pointing nipples on his chest, and the warm of his skin through the cloth
and of his cheek.
During the rubbing, my hand fall by accident way to low (not even me
believes that was an accident...), and get the slightly touch to the tent
in his pants, after a few 'accidents' I just leave that hand there feeling
the hotness of his boyhood, and the stiffness of his hotrod, but I didn't
dare to go further.
In the moment he turn his head towards me, and I turned to his, we could
look at each other's eye, feel the rush of adrenaline, the need of touching
and feel each other's body, and finally the desire of lust of eating each
other's faces. We started to lean forward by instinct, like if there was
something pushing us to do it when the film just ended and the lights when
on.
The stretching and yawning sounds of the people in the room made us come
back to the earth and react of what was going on,--"...hey... erm.. did you
liked the movie?"-- was the only thing smart I could manage to say, while
he got on his feet allowing me to stretch my body, then he simply answered
that he kind of he like it too much, making an emphasis on the word 'to',
leaving me to understand way to much meanings.
From the movies I took him to his house, mostly because it was getting late
and we didn't have any more cash with ourselves to hang out on someplace
else, or even to call a taxi so we had to walk all the way back; during all
the trip from the theater to his house, there was an awful silence, I
couldn't keep my mind from the idea that Dylan has felt my dick shoving in
his ass during the movie, and maybe he might noticed that I was trying to
kiss him, but didn't dare to say anything about that topic. When we
realized we just were in front of his house, we didn't could manage to
speak anything, like if our minds have been doped and we were high as a
kite. After some minutes realizing the other wasn't saying much, he told me
he enjoyed hanging out with me a lot, and asked me if we could hang out
tomorrow, but there I immediately stopped him and ask him if he wanted to
spend the night at my place, kind of a sleepover (I though more of a
f*ckover... but sleepover kinda means the same), his eyes immediately light
up, like this was the freaking greatest idea someone could have; after that
he went inside in a rush to ask for permission and came back out in quite
an instant telling me he could, but he needed to go to his school before to
get a book he forgot in his classroom, I ask him if someone will open him
at this hour, and if he wanted me to go with him, but he said it was ok
that he can do it alone, and that the window of his room was open always
because the lock of it was broken, when he was leaving he just told me he
would be back in about 15 mins. top, so I went to my house to get clean up
and wank to avoid my own dick betrayed me when Dylan came back.
In the tub, I realized I had half an hour inside, I was worried that I
forgot about Dylan and he might be outside waiting for me to open up, so I
went downstairs wrapped my waist in a towel and went down to see if he was
in the front door, but found no one. I went to my room and get a clean
change of clothing and went outside looking for him, but neither sign of
him in my yard, the I headed to the school, when I arrived to the park I
heard some sounds, and by instinct I got a really nice idea of what was
happening now; I followed the noise, this time it took me to the other side
of the park, to the basketball court, where I found all the 3 first bullies
and some friends of them, they were punching a kid I already knew who they
were hitting so I sprinted towards them before it was too late. When one of
the bullies saw me running towards them he just scream like a bitch
--"Leeet's goo!!"-- They all looked at me running and they started to run
leaving the kid on the floor; I stopped near the kid on the floor, and
confirmed my assumption, it was Dylan. I wanted to follow them and kill
them right on the spot but I couldn't see them, it was to dark, I was to
angry. I grab Dylan to check how bad he was injured, and looked like
nothing to serious, so I pull him over my body, and took him on my arms to
my house.
Back in the house, I placed him on the shower after stripping him (no bad
intentions, for once), and there I could confirm that he has no serious
injuries (well at least not physically). I help him to clean himself, and
tried to be gentle on his bruises and cuts, but at the same time thorough
in order to avoid and infection. In the meanwhile I was washing him, I
could get a really nice 'reckon' of his body, he had a soft bush of pubes
between his legs, a little darker than his hair in the head (the stupid
one, not the horny), he has really soft pink nipples, and the rest was
hairless, soft unique... just one word could describe him and it was
'PERFECTION'.
I might add, that we spend around 40 minutes on the tub, while I was
scrubbing his body, his back, chest, di... legs, (oh boy I'm drooling
now),--"...errm... why... you take so ...long, ... and so... good...--"
Dylan's voice came like a hiss, giving some hint that he was enjoying the
bath a lot, maybe too much.
After the shower was done, I brought some clean clothes for him to wear,
and he just kept looking at the floor, we haven't said anything since I
found him beat up in the court, finally I decided to break the
silence--"... look if you don't want to say why there were bulling you, it
is ok, I won't force you, but at least tell me their names, so I can get
even"-- he looked at me with his eyes swell in tears, and started to talk
--"please don't hate me!"-- I took him right there, and hugged him--"I
could never hate you"-- and that where he started telling me his
story--"... those bully me, because ... because I'm gay, or at least I
think I am"-- he continued crying like he was getting out all the feeling
he just accumulated inside him,--"...during PE classes, in the locker room
I give glimpses to the other kids that walked by naked or in their undies,
and mostly I got...--" he couldn't even finished the sentences,
--"hard?"--I gave him a little help with his burden,--"yeah... so one day
two of them noticed me looking at the boys in there, and there it all
happen, they all began forcing me making their homework's and stuff or they
beat me by hitting me, or menace me with telling everyone I'm gay"--he
ended, crying from the bottom of his heart, so far it looked like I was the
only with whom he had opened so honestly,--"please!, please! Don't hate
me!"--he said back, as I took one of his hands and placed on my chest,
above my heart and told him --"I will never hate you"-- and with that I
took with my other hand the back of his head, and pulled him and planted a
kiss on his lips; his eyes grew wide by the surprise and finally he close
them and he keep on with the kiss.
It looked to me as if time has stopped, like we were hugging ourselves,
kissing like for hours, but it were only a couple of minutes, after we
broke the kiss he just managed to say --...hey..."-- with a dorky smile on
his face, like he had an orgasm, and well he wasn't quite far from it, the
tent in the towel wrapped in his waist gave me the hint. I took his hand
and with my other arm pull him from the back of his legs, and grab him, to
the bed. Softly I leave him there, as I was stripping of my clothes, he
took away the towel and toss it to the floor, on top of my clothes, I
climbed to the bed with him pushing the covers away and started to touch
him, feel him, smell him, as he did the same with me, both boys naked in
the bed, he turn off the bed light, and we surrender to our desires...
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Comments from the Author:
*First of all forgive my orthographical horrors, English is not my native
language, but I do my best
*The first part, wasn't that much of sex (neither does this), that's mostly
because I want to make more of a realistic story that handles a lot of love
drama, and not so much like a porno movie (I didn't say I will take out the
fun eh?, I still will place the kinky stuff for everyone)
*In this chapter you see how the relationship between Lucius and Dylan grew
stronger when they just not share they friendship, but their lust is the
bridge between they love and friendship
*Last but not least, I want to make a special dedicatory to the Nifty pervy
guy! (yey!!!), because he makes this possible, he works this site all by
himself, and nobody says a thing, just put the next chapter online and
stuff, so I wan't to gave him a huge THANKS! man, you help me share my
thoughts and feelings to my most precious and beloved being. So any of my
readers that managed to this far, please take a moment and thank the guy
that make possible you get 'relaxed' and here it is the first one.
Thank you pervy nifty guy! you rock!
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First one getting the correct answer will get a special mention on chapter
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